Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Probably Right
Chapter Number/Total: 20/52
Chapter Title: Probably Right
Words: 2691 Words
Draco took them to outside Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and led them inside as quickly as he could, sighing loudly once they were in with the door closed.
Harry took Draco's hand, sighing too, and led them through the house to find Ron and Hermione.
He found them in the sitting room, Ron holding Valen as Hermione seemed to be reading a children's story aloud.
"... and then the little boy told the kitten - You're back," she said, sounding relieved.
Harry nodded, finding it slightly amusing that Hermione had been reading to a month-old baby, although Valen seemed to be quite fine. "And we're all right," he said.
Valen squealed loudly when he saw them, wriggling as if to jump out of Ron's grasp.
"I didn't think I was that bad," said Ron with a small smile as he held Valen out to Harry.
Harry snorted and took him, kissing him quite a few times on his little face. "Was he good?"
"Yes, yes, he was perfect," said Hermione. "What happened with you?"
Draco sat down in a large chair and leaned back, closing his eyes. "He doesn't know who it is," he said, "but it is likely they are not an Order member."
Hermione frowned slightly. "And they lived with us?" she said.
Ron was listening and watching intently, eyes hard.
"Enough to report on the activities within the Manor," the blond answered.
"Fleur," said Hermione quietly. "She and Bill have been going to St Mungo's because of the pregnancy and we already know it's easy to get in there."
"It's a strong possibility," Draco said, sighing as he called for Fossey to bring them some tea.
"How can we tell?" said Ron.
"The entire point of the spell is that it’s undetectable - completely. I don't even think Draco could feel this type of magic," said Hermione.
"Obviously or he would've already known," said Harry, wincing as Valen's slightly clammy hands caught in his hair.
Fossey served tea and then was about to leave when Draco snapped his fingers and looked directly at her. "Fossey," he said, and she bowed.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
Hermione did too, having looked disapproving since Draco had called the elf.
"Does Fleur Weasley send owls from the Manor?" he asked.
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf answered.
"Tell Leakey I would like a record kept of all correspondence sent from and received at the Manor, both who sent it and who it is addressed to when possible," Draco said.
"Good thinking," said Hermione. "And Fleur would send a lot of letters .... Her parents live in France. It wouldn't seem out of the ordinary."
Harry nodded, turning Valen in his arms to face forward so that he couldn't reach his hair.
"And Fossey, I would also like a record of everyone who comes and goes at the Manor as well," Draco added. He dismissed her then and sat back, frowning.
Harry sighed, kissing Valen's head absently as he stared ahead blankly in thought.
Valen began fussing and pulling at Harry's shirt. "He's hungry," Draco said, unnecessarily.
Harry looked down at their son and then nodded to Draco. "Yes, he is," he said. "I suppose I should go feed him before he starts crying. Thanks, guys," he said to Ron and Hermione.
They nodded and Hermione went back to her reading, moving to rest against Ron so that he could read too, even though Harry could see that the book wasn't exactly what he was interested in.
He smiled crookedly and raised an eyebrow at Draco. "Coming?" he said.
Draco smirked, pulling himself out of the chair. "Wherever you go."
Harry carried Valen up the stairs and into the bedroom, removing his shirt and taking a seat on the bed before situating the baby. "What do you reckon?" he said to Draco.
"What do I think?" Draco sighed. "I think that we don't know enough yet. And that I am tired of thinking."
Harry sighed. "As am I," he agreed.
Draco drew his socks and shoes off, watching as their child suckled his husband. Then he crawled onto the bed, lying down beside them with his arm around Harry's waist.
Harry smiled gently at Draco's touch. "How about something good to think about?" he said.
"Sure," Draco agreed, snuggling closer.
"What do you want for your birthday?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling again.
Draco snorted. "I have everything I ever wanted," he said.
"Oh, c'mon," Harry prodded. "There has to be something."
Draco pushed up on one elbow so he could look up at Harry. He thought for minute and then blushed, dropping back down to press his face against Harry's body.
Harry smirked at that. "Well, that tells me something," he said. "But you probably shouldn't expect me to guess."
Draco's first reply was lost as he whispered it against Harry's stomach.
Harry's smirk turned into a grin. "I didn't quite catch that, love," he said.
Draco kissed the skin nearest his mouth and then turned his head so he could speak better. "I said, I want you to use more of your birthday presents -- on me," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow and was smirking again. "I think that can be arranged," he said slyly.
"Is he done eating?" Draco asked, licking Harry's belly again.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Why don't you put him to sleep?" he said.
Draco sat up and took the baby from his husband, resting him against his shoulder and rubbing his back. When Valen had burped, Draco laid the sleeping child in his cot. He smiled at his husband and began unbuttoning his own shirt.
Harry's eyes went up quickly as they followed the movements of Draco's slim fingers. He reached a hand down to unbutton his trousers, even though he could get them off by magic if he wanted to.
Draco undressed slowly, his eyes on Harry the entire time. His breathing sped up at the look in his lover's eyes.
Harry slid the trousers and underwear down his legs as gracefully as he could, tossing them gently off to the side, his cock already half hard.
Draco stretched naked on the bed, licking his lips at the sight of his husband naked and aroused. His own body was responding as always and he grinned up at him.
Harry grinned back, rolling so that Draco was underneath him. He teased his lips with his own, mouth open as he ghosted them over Draco's.
Draco moaned softly as his husband pinned him to the bed. He trembled as their skin touched, warm and tingling with desire.
Harry's eyes slid shut as he kissed Draco slow and sensuously, head tilted slightly to one side. He rolled his hips against Draco's, making the smallest noise of pleasure.
Draco whimpered as Harry's hips and cock rubbed against him, making his own erection twitch in response. He kissed his lover back, tongue twisting and right hand coming up to slip into his hair.
Harry kissed Draco's lips softly as he continued to roll gently into him. "What did your dorm look like?" he whispered between hot, wet kisses.
Draco chuckled, returning kisses. "Stone, lots of green hangings," he said.
Harry smiled gently. "Was it round like the tower?" he asked.
"Mmm?" Draco asked, tongue too busy licking to be talking. "Uh, no, rectangles.”
Harry smiled and twined his tongue with Draco's, ideas running through his head. "Stone, green and rectangular," he said as he kissed and licked Draco's lips and skin.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, though, honestly, he probably would have agreed with anything Harry said at that moment. He arched against his lover, encouraging him.
Harry smiled once again and thrust against Draco, hands running reverently across his smooth skin.
"Yess," Draco hissed, tilting his head back and spreading his legs, feeling open to Harry.
Harry licked his own lips and moaned softly, grasping Draco's legs behind the knees to push them up.
Draco's breathing sped up and he smiled, looking up at his lover. "Yours," he whispered, almost like a prayer.
"Always," Harry replied, sliding his hands against Draco's legs as he pushed himself up. He scooted back a bit and then lowered his face, nibbling gently where Draco's arse became leg as he still held the blond's limbs up.
Draco gasped. "Such a beautiful mouth," he whispered. "Used to lay in my bed, imagining your mouth on me."
Harry's blood rushed at those words and he slowly kissed Draco's skin with said mouth, taking care to move as fluidly and as sexily as he could.
"Lips so full and always biting them," Draco continued, trembling as Harry kissed his skin.
Harry sighed with pleasure, slowly making his way down and across Draco's arse, keeping his eyes closed so that the sight of Draco didn't spur him on too quickly.
Draco was gasping and trembling. "I used to wonder about this thick hair," he said tugging at it, "and now I feel it on my skin as you kiss me."
Harry moaned and moved his head slightly with Draco's tugging, licking a slow, wet line across Draco's skin, hoping to build the pleasure as he drew this out.
"Mmm," Draco hummed again, a part of his mind remembering the fantasies, while the rest of him was very happy to be living it.
"So hot," Harry breathed, referring to both the way Draco looked and the temperature. He licked very, very close to his opening, the skin just outside it.
Draco was panting now, eyes closed while he concentrated on the sensations. "Yes," he whispered.
Draco's response to his actions always provided Harry with the deepest pleasure, always made him feel ... powerful. Not just having power over another person. No, that wasn't it. He felt powerful while doing this, true power. He pressed his tongue to the hole now, hands situated on either side of Draco's arse as he held him open.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped. "Your tongue ...."
"Your tongue," Harry replied. "All yours." He delved in, readying Draco with his mouth.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, thrashing his head on the pillow as the sensation of Harry's tongue entering him made him feel on fire.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, withdrawing. "Making you wet for me," he said huskily before licking and sucking again.
Draco reached down and wrapped fingers around his own very erect cock, spreading the pre-come that had oozed out. "Yes, for you," he agreed.
Harry's face and body were flushed and he felt like he could very possibly come this way. He kept at it, twisting his tongue and kissing Draco's entrance like he would his mouth, waiting for the beautiful begging.
Draco gasped at the wonderful tingling sensations spreading up his spine with each thrust and twist of Harry's tongue. He was gently stroking his cock now, too. "Harry," he whispered, "yes, please."
Harry began thrusting his tongue like he would his cock, fucking Draco with his mouth. He wanted to hear him beg even more, wanted Draco to practically weep with need.
"Harry!" Draco cried out, moaning and thrashing his head so violently that his hair covered his face. "Please, more, please! Fill me!"
That was more like what Harry wanted to hear, but he still didn't let up, wanting to hear one last string of hot words from Draco.
"I love you tongue, but I want your cock!" Draco gasped. "Please, my love, please fuck me!"
And that was all Harry needed. His cock jumped and bobbed and he moved his face back quickly, moving up Draco's body to plunder his mouth.
Draco gasped when Harry kissed him, his mouth still tasting musky from his caresses. He forced himself to look up into those green eyes. "Please, Harry," he pleaded with him, knowing how much they both enjoyed it.
"Fuck," Harry gasped, reaching a hand down to slick his cock. "Gonna fuck you," he breathed against Draco's lips.
"Yes, love, fuck me," Draco agreed, his own hand reaching between them to stroke Harry's cock as he did.
Harry gasped and bit his lip. "I'd much rather that be your arse," he said, voice strained as he thrust into Draco's hand.
"Yes," Draco agreed, releasing him and arching up a bit.
Harry looked down between his and Draco's bodies, groaning at the sight as he grasped his own cock and guided it to Draco's slick entrance, pressing the head inside and taking hold of a fistful of blond hair with his other hand.
Draco groaned, trembling. "Oh, yes," he said. "Fuck me! Make me feel how much I am yours!"
"Mine," Harry gasped, sliding forward. "Your arse is mine."
"Yes, yours, only yours," Draco agreed, hissing at the burn of entry and then moaning loudly as magic flared along his spine. Harry's hand pulling at his hair made his scalp tingle.
Harry kissed Draco passionately as he thrust inside him, both hands buried in his hair now.
Draco's hands wrapped around Harry, fingers clawing at his back. "Yes, yes," he chanted, the raw power of both Harry's thrusts and his magic making him dizzy.
Harry hissed at the delicious burn Draco's scratching hands provided him. "Only yours," he whispered, half moaning it. "Only yours, love." He was sweating now, still thrusting powerfully, but moving slow so that his thrusts went deep.
"Yes, inside me," Draco said with passion and love so intense that he felt it might glow from his skin. He wrapped his legs around his lover's hips and hung on tight.
Harry's hands moved in Draco's hair, mussing it very thoroughly. The pleasure made him feel restless and he couldn't stop moving - any part of his body that he could move. His toes curled and uncurled, his legs jerked and twitched, and he kept that same rhythm with his hips, rolling his entire body with them.
Clinging with his hands, fingers digging into Harry's back, Draco writhed against his lover's body, arching up to meet his thrusts and trembling every time he drew back.
Feeling Draco clinging to him and picturing it in his mind was the hottest thing Harry could imagine. His stomach swooped every time he thrust back inside, every time Draco's legs tightened just a bit more or his nails scratched down his back again. He moved his hips and fucked Draco until he simply couldn't anymore and his orgasm exploded out of him, taking with it a cry of, "Draco, yes!"
Harry's magic seemed to rip an orgasm from Draco's body -- Harry's hands in the blond hair feeling like it pulled every nerve, while his cock inside him felt like it filled him completely. Draco wept with it, clinging hard to Harry as he shuddered.
Harry let his eyes fall shut and relaxed his body against Draco's, his chest heaving as small tingles still went through him, making him feel weightless.
Draco pressed his face against Harry's neck, still holding him tightly with all of his limbs as well. "You make me feel ...." he gasped.
"What?" Harry whispered, panting.
"Everything," Draco whispered, "and like anything is possible."
Harry didn't know how he made Draco feel that way, but he understood, feeling the same way about his husband. "Maybe anything is possible," he said.
"With you, it is," Draco said, nuzzling the place where Harry's neck and shoulder met.
Harry chuckled very softly. "I’m honoured that you would think so," he said.
Draco pulled back enough to look into Harry's eyes. His own eyes were shining and his face wet with tears. "It's true," he said. "Look at us."
"Us," Harry echoed after Draco. "All of this is your doing. Who knows where I would be if you wouldn't have had the balls to kiss me. You're amazing and I love you."
"Well," Draco smirked, "I think my balls have been well compensated." He squeezed Harry to emphasise his point.
Harry laughed and twitched a bit from over-sensitivity. "I'd say you're probably right," he said, smiling.
Draco took a deep breath and relaxed, letting his legs and arms slide down Harry's body. "Aren't I always?" he teased.
Harry snorted. "I'll admit," he said, "most of the time, yes."
Chapter Title: Probably Right
Words: 2691 Words
Draco took them to outside Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and led them inside as quickly as he could, sighing loudly once they were in with the door closed.
Harry took Draco's hand, sighing too, and led them through the house to find Ron and Hermione.
He found them in the sitting room, Ron holding Valen as Hermione seemed to be reading a children's story aloud.
"... and then the little boy told the kitten - You're back," she said, sounding relieved.
Harry nodded, finding it slightly amusing that Hermione had been reading to a month-old baby, although Valen seemed to be quite fine. "And we're all right," he said.
Valen squealed loudly when he saw them, wriggling as if to jump out of Ron's grasp.
"I didn't think I was that bad," said Ron with a small smile as he held Valen out to Harry.
Harry snorted and took him, kissing him quite a few times on his little face. "Was he good?"
"Yes, yes, he was perfect," said Hermione. "What happened with you?"
Draco sat down in a large chair and leaned back, closing his eyes. "He doesn't know who it is," he said, "but it is likely they are not an Order member."
Hermione frowned slightly. "And they lived with us?" she said.
Ron was listening and watching intently, eyes hard.
"Enough to report on the activities within the Manor," the blond answered.
"Fleur," said Hermione quietly. "She and Bill have been going to St Mungo's because of the pregnancy and we already know it's easy to get in there."
"It's a strong possibility," Draco said, sighing as he called for Fossey to bring them some tea.
"How can we tell?" said Ron.
"The entire point of the spell is that it’s undetectable - completely. I don't even think Draco could feel this type of magic," said Hermione.
"Obviously or he would've already known," said Harry, wincing as Valen's slightly clammy hands caught in his hair.
Fossey served tea and then was about to leave when Draco snapped his fingers and looked directly at her. "Fossey," he said, and she bowed.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
Hermione did too, having looked disapproving since Draco had called the elf.
"Does Fleur Weasley send owls from the Manor?" he asked.
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf answered.
"Tell Leakey I would like a record kept of all correspondence sent from and received at the Manor, both who sent it and who it is addressed to when possible," Draco said.
"Good thinking," said Hermione. "And Fleur would send a lot of letters .... Her parents live in France. It wouldn't seem out of the ordinary."
Harry nodded, turning Valen in his arms to face forward so that he couldn't reach his hair.
"And Fossey, I would also like a record of everyone who comes and goes at the Manor as well," Draco added. He dismissed her then and sat back, frowning.
Harry sighed, kissing Valen's head absently as he stared ahead blankly in thought.
Valen began fussing and pulling at Harry's shirt. "He's hungry," Draco said, unnecessarily.
Harry looked down at their son and then nodded to Draco. "Yes, he is," he said. "I suppose I should go feed him before he starts crying. Thanks, guys," he said to Ron and Hermione.
They nodded and Hermione went back to her reading, moving to rest against Ron so that he could read too, even though Harry could see that the book wasn't exactly what he was interested in.
He smiled crookedly and raised an eyebrow at Draco. "Coming?" he said.
Draco smirked, pulling himself out of the chair. "Wherever you go."
Harry carried Valen up the stairs and into the bedroom, removing his shirt and taking a seat on the bed before situating the baby. "What do you reckon?" he said to Draco.
"What do I think?" Draco sighed. "I think that we don't know enough yet. And that I am tired of thinking."
Harry sighed. "As am I," he agreed.
Draco drew his socks and shoes off, watching as their child suckled his husband. Then he crawled onto the bed, lying down beside them with his arm around Harry's waist.
Harry smiled gently at Draco's touch. "How about something good to think about?" he said.
"Sure," Draco agreed, snuggling closer.
"What do you want for your birthday?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling again.
Draco snorted. "I have everything I ever wanted," he said.
"Oh, c'mon," Harry prodded. "There has to be something."
Draco pushed up on one elbow so he could look up at Harry. He thought for minute and then blushed, dropping back down to press his face against Harry's body.
Harry smirked at that. "Well, that tells me something," he said. "But you probably shouldn't expect me to guess."
Draco's first reply was lost as he whispered it against Harry's stomach.
Harry's smirk turned into a grin. "I didn't quite catch that, love," he said.
Draco kissed the skin nearest his mouth and then turned his head so he could speak better. "I said, I want you to use more of your birthday presents -- on me," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow and was smirking again. "I think that can be arranged," he said slyly.
"Is he done eating?" Draco asked, licking Harry's belly again.
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Why don't you put him to sleep?" he said.
Draco sat up and took the baby from his husband, resting him against his shoulder and rubbing his back. When Valen had burped, Draco laid the sleeping child in his cot. He smiled at his husband and began unbuttoning his own shirt.
Harry's eyes went up quickly as they followed the movements of Draco's slim fingers. He reached a hand down to unbutton his trousers, even though he could get them off by magic if he wanted to.
Draco undressed slowly, his eyes on Harry the entire time. His breathing sped up at the look in his lover's eyes.
Harry slid the trousers and underwear down his legs as gracefully as he could, tossing them gently off to the side, his cock already half hard.
Draco stretched naked on the bed, licking his lips at the sight of his husband naked and aroused. His own body was responding as always and he grinned up at him.
Harry grinned back, rolling so that Draco was underneath him. He teased his lips with his own, mouth open as he ghosted them over Draco's.
Draco moaned softly as his husband pinned him to the bed. He trembled as their skin touched, warm and tingling with desire.
Harry's eyes slid shut as he kissed Draco slow and sensuously, head tilted slightly to one side. He rolled his hips against Draco's, making the smallest noise of pleasure.
Draco whimpered as Harry's hips and cock rubbed against him, making his own erection twitch in response. He kissed his lover back, tongue twisting and right hand coming up to slip into his hair.
Harry kissed Draco's lips softly as he continued to roll gently into him. "What did your dorm look like?" he whispered between hot, wet kisses.
Draco chuckled, returning kisses. "Stone, lots of green hangings," he said.
Harry smiled gently. "Was it round like the tower?" he asked.
"Mmm?" Draco asked, tongue too busy licking to be talking. "Uh, no, rectangles.”
Harry smiled and twined his tongue with Draco's, ideas running through his head. "Stone, green and rectangular," he said as he kissed and licked Draco's lips and skin.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, though, honestly, he probably would have agreed with anything Harry said at that moment. He arched against his lover, encouraging him.
Harry smiled once again and thrust against Draco, hands running reverently across his smooth skin.
"Yess," Draco hissed, tilting his head back and spreading his legs, feeling open to Harry.
Harry licked his own lips and moaned softly, grasping Draco's legs behind the knees to push them up.
Draco's breathing sped up and he smiled, looking up at his lover. "Yours," he whispered, almost like a prayer.
"Always," Harry replied, sliding his hands against Draco's legs as he pushed himself up. He scooted back a bit and then lowered his face, nibbling gently where Draco's arse became leg as he still held the blond's limbs up.
Draco gasped. "Such a beautiful mouth," he whispered. "Used to lay in my bed, imagining your mouth on me."
Harry's blood rushed at those words and he slowly kissed Draco's skin with said mouth, taking care to move as fluidly and as sexily as he could.
"Lips so full and always biting them," Draco continued, trembling as Harry kissed his skin.
Harry sighed with pleasure, slowly making his way down and across Draco's arse, keeping his eyes closed so that the sight of Draco didn't spur him on too quickly.
Draco was gasping and trembling. "I used to wonder about this thick hair," he said tugging at it, "and now I feel it on my skin as you kiss me."
Harry moaned and moved his head slightly with Draco's tugging, licking a slow, wet line across Draco's skin, hoping to build the pleasure as he drew this out.
"Mmm," Draco hummed again, a part of his mind remembering the fantasies, while the rest of him was very happy to be living it.
"So hot," Harry breathed, referring to both the way Draco looked and the temperature. He licked very, very close to his opening, the skin just outside it.
Draco was panting now, eyes closed while he concentrated on the sensations. "Yes," he whispered.
Draco's response to his actions always provided Harry with the deepest pleasure, always made him feel ... powerful. Not just having power over another person. No, that wasn't it. He felt powerful while doing this, true power. He pressed his tongue to the hole now, hands situated on either side of Draco's arse as he held him open.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped. "Your tongue ...."
"Your tongue," Harry replied. "All yours." He delved in, readying Draco with his mouth.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, thrashing his head on the pillow as the sensation of Harry's tongue entering him made him feel on fire.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, withdrawing. "Making you wet for me," he said huskily before licking and sucking again.
Draco reached down and wrapped fingers around his own very erect cock, spreading the pre-come that had oozed out. "Yes, for you," he agreed.
Harry's face and body were flushed and he felt like he could very possibly come this way. He kept at it, twisting his tongue and kissing Draco's entrance like he would his mouth, waiting for the beautiful begging.
Draco gasped at the wonderful tingling sensations spreading up his spine with each thrust and twist of Harry's tongue. He was gently stroking his cock now, too. "Harry," he whispered, "yes, please."
Harry began thrusting his tongue like he would his cock, fucking Draco with his mouth. He wanted to hear him beg even more, wanted Draco to practically weep with need.
"Harry!" Draco cried out, moaning and thrashing his head so violently that his hair covered his face. "Please, more, please! Fill me!"
That was more like what Harry wanted to hear, but he still didn't let up, wanting to hear one last string of hot words from Draco.
"I love you tongue, but I want your cock!" Draco gasped. "Please, my love, please fuck me!"
And that was all Harry needed. His cock jumped and bobbed and he moved his face back quickly, moving up Draco's body to plunder his mouth.
Draco gasped when Harry kissed him, his mouth still tasting musky from his caresses. He forced himself to look up into those green eyes. "Please, Harry," he pleaded with him, knowing how much they both enjoyed it.
"Fuck," Harry gasped, reaching a hand down to slick his cock. "Gonna fuck you," he breathed against Draco's lips.
"Yes, love, fuck me," Draco agreed, his own hand reaching between them to stroke Harry's cock as he did.
Harry gasped and bit his lip. "I'd much rather that be your arse," he said, voice strained as he thrust into Draco's hand.
"Yes," Draco agreed, releasing him and arching up a bit.
Harry looked down between his and Draco's bodies, groaning at the sight as he grasped his own cock and guided it to Draco's slick entrance, pressing the head inside and taking hold of a fistful of blond hair with his other hand.
Draco groaned, trembling. "Oh, yes," he said. "Fuck me! Make me feel how much I am yours!"
"Mine," Harry gasped, sliding forward. "Your arse is mine."
"Yes, yours, only yours," Draco agreed, hissing at the burn of entry and then moaning loudly as magic flared along his spine. Harry's hand pulling at his hair made his scalp tingle.
Harry kissed Draco passionately as he thrust inside him, both hands buried in his hair now.
Draco's hands wrapped around Harry, fingers clawing at his back. "Yes, yes," he chanted, the raw power of both Harry's thrusts and his magic making him dizzy.
Harry hissed at the delicious burn Draco's scratching hands provided him. "Only yours," he whispered, half moaning it. "Only yours, love." He was sweating now, still thrusting powerfully, but moving slow so that his thrusts went deep.
"Yes, inside me," Draco said with passion and love so intense that he felt it might glow from his skin. He wrapped his legs around his lover's hips and hung on tight.
Harry's hands moved in Draco's hair, mussing it very thoroughly. The pleasure made him feel restless and he couldn't stop moving - any part of his body that he could move. His toes curled and uncurled, his legs jerked and twitched, and he kept that same rhythm with his hips, rolling his entire body with them.
Clinging with his hands, fingers digging into Harry's back, Draco writhed against his lover's body, arching up to meet his thrusts and trembling every time he drew back.
Feeling Draco clinging to him and picturing it in his mind was the hottest thing Harry could imagine. His stomach swooped every time he thrust back inside, every time Draco's legs tightened just a bit more or his nails scratched down his back again. He moved his hips and fucked Draco until he simply couldn't anymore and his orgasm exploded out of him, taking with it a cry of, "Draco, yes!"
Harry's magic seemed to rip an orgasm from Draco's body -- Harry's hands in the blond hair feeling like it pulled every nerve, while his cock inside him felt like it filled him completely. Draco wept with it, clinging hard to Harry as he shuddered.
Harry let his eyes fall shut and relaxed his body against Draco's, his chest heaving as small tingles still went through him, making him feel weightless.
Draco pressed his face against Harry's neck, still holding him tightly with all of his limbs as well. "You make me feel ...." he gasped.
"What?" Harry whispered, panting.
"Everything," Draco whispered, "and like anything is possible."
Harry didn't know how he made Draco feel that way, but he understood, feeling the same way about his husband. "Maybe anything is possible," he said.
"With you, it is," Draco said, nuzzling the place where Harry's neck and shoulder met.
Harry chuckled very softly. "I’m honoured that you would think so," he said.
Draco pulled back enough to look into Harry's eyes. His own eyes were shining and his face wet with tears. "It's true," he said. "Look at us."
"Us," Harry echoed after Draco. "All of this is your doing. Who knows where I would be if you wouldn't have had the balls to kiss me. You're amazing and I love you."
"Well," Draco smirked, "I think my balls have been well compensated." He squeezed Harry to emphasise his point.
Harry laughed and twitched a bit from over-sensitivity. "I'd say you're probably right," he said, smiling.
Draco took a deep breath and relaxed, letting his legs and arms slide down Harry's body. "Aren't I always?" he teased.
Harry snorted. "I'll admit," he said, "most of the time, yes."